Apr 30
Lost in Translation
I wonder what hides behind those shy, dark eyes.
What did you see when you first saw me?
You say it’s my words you like to read,
even if they aren’t your first language.
You asked me once—
do I think things are random,
or that everything is connected?
It feels too coincidental,
the timing of it all.
And I sit here wondering
if it was fate,
or just something lost in translation—
because how does another melancholy heart
end up in my hands again?